The crowd roared, and the spotlights surrounded him. Xu Baiyan felt like he was walking on cotton with tens of thousands of eyes focused on him.

...

"Guangkun, surely victorious!"

"Guangkun, surely victorious!"

"Guangkun, surely victorious!

...

The overwhelming cheers were deafening.

"So young, to bear such glory, indeed I, Su Yue, am the tide rider of this era.

"Why am I so excellent, even you, not to mention myself, find me admirable."

Behind the mask, Su Yue sighed.

Sorry, my perfection excited you. I originally intended to keep a low profile.

Finally, Su Yue walked up to Bai Zhao.

The shouts from the audience gradually quieted down as the fight was about to begin, and everyone's heart was in their throat.

Bai Zhao was still the same.

The blood threads in his pupils seemed even deeper in color.

"Guangkun, to die under my hand with so many witnesses, you are worthy of pride.

"After killing you, in the first rank, there's no one worth my effort anymore."

The referee hadn't announced the start yet.

Bai Zhao sneered at Su Yue.

His words chilled the entire scene even more.

To speak of killing right away, how savage.

"Bai Zhao, as a martial artist, one should act chivalrously, uphold the strong over the weak, and place benevolence and righteousness first.

"Yet you act heartlessly and violently, committing crimes everywhere. Today I step into the ring not for fame or fortune, but to seek justice for martial peers slain by your hand, to enforce justice on behalf of Heaven."

His voice was righteously resolute, every word like a bell.

With the effect of the loudspeaker, the phrase "enforce justice on behalf of Heaven" echoed for a long time in the audience.

...

The audience began whispering.

"Dear, this Primordial Thunderclap Hand Cheng Kun has quite a gallant spirit. He must be a handsome man."

An untrained woman looked at Guangkun full of admiration.

She was already fantasizing about the elegant handsome man behind the mask.

"Honey, Primordial Thunderclap Hand is Cheng Kun, whereas this is Guangkun, they are not the same person. Also, the government's advocated values are that martial artists protect the nation. Engaging in chivalrous acts when idle is looking for trouble. Supporting the weak and defeating the strong is the domain of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau."

The husband nearby shook his head, another child poisoned by TV dramas.

"Though this guy is too arrogant, he voiced the heart of us martial artists - wandering the world with a sword, enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven, supporting the weak and beating the strong... chivalry."

Wang Lu Feng clenched his fist tightly.

"Today is a law-abiding era. If you encounter injustice, it's best to report it to the police first, then support the weak and defeat the strong."

Wang Nanguo reminded.

"What kind of pretentious nonsense is this? Watched too many TV dramas? Is it your turn to act chivalrously? Liao Ping, how do I sign up for the fight? I'm going to fight too, wearing a mink coat."

Liao Ji frowned with disdain.

"He's called Guangkun, and soon you will see, we're really quite weak."

Liao Ping said.

"Actually... he's quite handsome."

Gong Ling smiled.

...

"A failure, if it was me, I would definitely wear ancient attire and carry a folding fan."

Yang Lezhi shook his head.

"Don't you feel ashamed of such childish words?"

Xu Baiyan's skin broke into goosebumps, did these people have crap in their heads?

"You, a mere woman, what do you understand about the spirit of chivalry?"

Yang Lezhi shook his head again.

Xu Baiyan squinted her eyes and quietly clenched her fist.

"It's hard.

"It's hard.

"Xu Baiyan, look, Guangkun's fist... it's finally hard!"

Yang Lezhi suddenly screamed bizarrely.

Xu Baiyan took a deep breath, turned her head, pretending not to know this beast.

...

On the ring.

Bai Zhao was stunned there, unable to speak for a long time.

Support the weak, uphold justice!

Why the hell are there so many words, making me seem like a demonic outsider.

He also wanted to retort with some classical language, but his mind was blank, unable to say anything.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"

Whoosh!

With a vigorous stomp on the ground, before the referee could call the start, Bai Zhao's body already flickered in front of Su Yue.

Fast!

So fast that as his body flickered, it even produced a whirlwind.

Su Yue kept his hands behind his back, his legs slightly bent.

"Wicked thief, I will let you strike ten moves first, so you will be convinced of your defeat."

Once again, the righteous voice echoed in the sky.

The whole place boiled with excitement.

This is the demeanor of a true hero.

Awesome!

Boom!

Bai Zhao's first move had already landed.

In an incredibly close call, Su Yue dodged the strike by a hair's breadth.

"You said you were just testing, but then you claim you're letting me have ten moves, that's simply shameless!"

Bai Zhao was so angry he was grinding his teeth.

He had never encountered such a shameless person; all the attention was stolen by him.

Boom!

With those words, he turned around.

Bai Zhao's body turned, faster than before, and his blow landed in front of Su Yue once more.

"Indeed, so fast!"

Su Yue focused his mind, the fist nearly brushed against his brow as it passed.

A slight lapse would result in severe injuries right on the spot.

...

"This kid, quite interesting.

It was clearly a way to probe the opponent's speed while claiming to give ten moves, disrupting the opponent's concentration entirely."

Pan Yizheng, initially just absorbing the atmosphere, became genuinely interested as soon as these two stepped into the ring.

That Bai Zhao, although only first-grade, the ferocity he unleashed was fiercer than even third or fourth-grade martial artists, and his method of killing was straightforward, heavily influenced by battlefield techniques.

This person had mixed within the damp realm for a long time.

And that righteous Guangkun, also unusual.

Not yet graded, his Qi Blood was nearly 30 cards.

According to the Inspector, this person is still a high school candidate, truly blessed with an unmatched talent.

With 30 cards, he could cleanse bones.

Moreover, despite Guangkun's young age, his combat awareness was in no way inferior to Bai Zhao's, though his techniques appeared somewhat naive, lacking battlefield refinement.

Yet his control of the battle situation remained flawless.

Impressive.

Pan Yizheng could confirm.

At least within the first-grade realm, this was undoubtedly the pinnacle of confrontation, without exception.

...

Seconds later, Su Yue's ten-move allowance from Bai Zhao had ended.

And Bai Zhao's warm-up was complete as well.

His speed suddenly increased, unleashing terrifying assaults akin to a violent storm, descending abruptly.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the stands had already fallen silent.

Too frightening.

Fists like raindrops, continuously producing sonic booms, truly chilling.

Bai Zhao's condition improved steadily.

Earlier, as Su Yue dodged, Bai Zhao was equally observing his evading habits.

By now, Su Yue could no longer leisurely dodge attacks; he was forced to clash fists and feet with him.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The two figures intertwined, their speed akin to phantoms.

The arena floor made of special material, indestructible, yet even so, a shallow footprint appeared, illustrating the brutality of their battle.

Clang!

The first round ended, the referee directly separated the two.

Su Yue sat in the rest area, struggling to inhale deeply.

Bai Zhao sat opposite, his gaze like a snake's as it fixed on him.

A fighting tournament is unlike a boxing match; no coach hands you water or wipes sweat. Fighters can only rest for a brief minute.

In the first round, neither fought recklessly.

Although both utilized Vigorous Fist, with defense and attack, it was a stalemate, neither side winning.

Unfortunately, Su Yue still exposed his shortfall in Qi Blood strength!

31 cards, really not considered high.

A typical first-grade martial artist would have close to 40 cards of Qi Blood strength; Su Yue was put at a disadvantage.

...

Second round.

The confrontation continued, with Su Yue beginning to fall behind, while Bai Zhao, solid and stable, hadn't unleashed any ultimate moves.

Many people had already noticed.

Bai Zhao was exhausting Guangkun.

Of course, Guangkun's counter-attacks were also quite malicious and fierce.

By the end of the second round, both had sustained varying degrees of injury.

Of course, Guangkun was clearly in worse shape.

Below the stage, the audience was already stunned.

Even some viewers who often watched tournaments were dumbstruck; is this a B-level confrontation?

Too terrifying.

"Liao Ji, are you still signing up? I've arranged it, tomorrow you can try on stage."

Liao Ping asked earnestly.

Liao Ji coldly stared at Liao Ping, unsure of what to say.

Animal?

Are you really my brother?

Eager for me to die, so you inherit the family fortune?

For a fight of this level, if written in a novel, I wouldn't survive beyond three sentences.

Can you leave me some dignity?

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